I want to share a poem I wrote for someone very special just a few weeks after we first connected online. This was months before we actually first met IRL. A poem that marked the beginning of an intense chapter in my life in more ways than one. A chapter that seemed to be over multiple times over the cource of years, but somehow seems to always have just one more page. I ran into this poem again yesterday, and it made me very emotional just realizing how intense it already was months before I had even met her is wild.

Adventure of the mind.

I wander off to a place unseen.
A fantasy, a dream, that feels as real as a memory.
A place created by your magic, real but made of dreams.

A touch never felt, a scent never smelled, taste never tasted.

I feel you touch me with your honesty and understanding,
much deeper than the gentle touch of your hands ever could.
Yet I long for fingers to touch my lips, my cheek, my hair.

Over there my nostrils fill with the chypre scent flowing from your words.
My fingertips can't feel the shiny droplets on your skin,
so in this magic place I become those droplets.

I am hers yet I dare not touch her today lest I think of you and whisper your name softly into her ear.

It's just a dream, a fantasy, an adventure of the mind, yet my mind plays tricks and the dream becomes like a sweet memory.

My body trembles as I commit these words. I want to write them, yet I don't. As if writing them makes these feelings real.
Yet I realize they are real even when left unwritten.

My body trembles as I commit these words, as writing them will make me yours, because that's what the trembles whisper.